Your fingers are tight,
Nails almost digging in to,
The flesh on my wrists.
"Let go of me."
I mutter.
You say that you want to help me,
But I see an emptiness in your eyes.
You do not care about me.
"Let go of me."
I say it louder,
You say that you are trying to help me.
What? Do you think that this grip,
Will make me believe you?
"Let go of me."
I almost shout,
You let go of my wrist,
A look of disapproval,
A cruel disappointment,
Painted into your eyes.
I will be alone.
You will forget about me.
This will be meaningless.
This will be the end of me.
BINABASA MO ANG
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
